It was 6 pm on a Monday and the Simpson family was sitting down to dinner. Homer, Bart, and Marge were all tucking into a huge platter of pork chops. Lisa however, had her own plate with only tofu and vegetables. Lisa had learnt the hard way that she couldn’t force her vegetarian beliefs on others. Homer was starting to go through the mail.

“Bill... bill...bill...” He said glumly then suddenly perking up “Ooooh! I win a Million dollars!”

“No dad,” said Lisa patiently, “You fell for that one last time”

“No, but this time… Do’h” Homer yelped, turning to the next letter, once again glum “What the heck! Is this some sort of alien language? ...In the bin you go!”

Homer was holding an unaddressed, folded piece of paper with many parallel lines. The lines were in groups of five interspaced with dots. Lisa ran over to the bin and fished it out.

“No dad,” She said indignantly, “That’s not an alien language! Its script!”

Homer and Bart exchanged blank glances.

“...Sheet music!” She added in exasperation.

Homer and Bart continued to stare blankly

“...It’s like a CD written on paper.” She said with some finality

Homer took the sheet and held it up to his ear. Lisa snatched the sheet back and walked up to her room muttering.

“Stupid father… doesn’t even know… grrrr.”

She placed the sheet on her music stand and began to play her sax. The first piece was Miles Davis’ “Birth of the Cool”; her favourite song. The second sounded familiar, but she couldn’t quite remember where from. The third was the same song she had played with Bleeding Gums Murphy on the bridge. She turned over the page, but it was blank. There was no writing on the piece of paper just the music notes.

She started madly going through her music books trying to place the familiar tune which she just couldn’t remember. The dinner her Mum had placed next to her at her desk went almost unnoticed. Eventually, she began to fall asleep at her desk, buried in sheets of music.

Lisa was flying over spring field arms outstretched, but suddenly the sky darkened as an enormous dome carried by innumerable helicopters lowered over the town. She was trapped. Below her the previously peaceful streets where suddenly awash with flame, the smoke from countless torches curling up towards the glass ceiling creating a dense layer of dark clouds. She was coughing now and sweating from the intense heat. She had to get OUT. Suddenly she was falling towards the ground, but she was somehow calm knowing that she would be OK. She fell right into Maggie’s sand box, falling through the sinkhole and emerging on the other side of the dome. She could see herself now and… Colin! Her heart fluttered a little. She watched as Colin wrote on the inside of the dome with a marker – but she already knew what he was going to write. It was Lisa’s Song. She found herself floating upwards completely out of control until…

She woke suddenly papers falling off her desk. She grabbed the mystery music and focused on the second song. That was it.

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